Marty Has Nothing To Say

That's right.  Nothing. absolutely nothing.

Let me just say a couple of things though. 

 

I got a haircut the other day and before I say what I want to say, let me start with a few words about the actual haircut it's self.  Usually when you get a haircut you will always get the couple of people that notice and say something about it.  Unless you are a girl and just go in for a trim.

But have you ever noticed that whenever a girl just gets a trim they still want you to notice they got a haircut?  How in the world are we supposed to notice you got an inch or two taken off, when your hair is 40 inches long to begin with?  So stop complaining.  Maybe if you change your hair color or chop off a lot people will notice and say something.  Except me.  I don't say stuff like that.  I like to look at them as if I know something about them is different, but I don't know quite what it is.  Then you casually bring it up a month later like you just noticed.  It keeps them guessing.  Keeps them on their toes.  

Back to my haircut.

After my most recent haircut, an inordinate amount of people have mentioned it.  This says to me one of two things.  The haircut is just really that freaking good or, the more plausible scenario in this situation, the haircut is just the worst thing ever and everyone just wants you to feel good about it.  Then they go and make snide and often time hilarious comments about it when you leave the room.  Don't forgot about people combing their hair in ridiculous ways, then walking into a room and saying "who am I?"  Yeah, they do that too.  I know it seems like a long way to go just for a joke, but sometimes that what a joke takes to pay off, commitment.   

 

Now for the real reason I brought up the haircut.  

I got a talker.  Now I don't know about you, but I don't like to talk while my hair is getting cut.  I like to pay full attention to them cutting my hair.  Make sure they don't mess up.  I once told a good friend of mine who was cutting my hair to shut up and just cut, we can talk after you cut my hair.  In hindsight, it probably wasn't the nicest thing I've ever said, but it was needed.  What were we going to accomplish in the 20 minutes of conversation?  Most likely nothing.  I was going to have this haircut with me for weeks.  What was more important in this situation, the haircut or the conversation?  I think it's a simple answer. 

But as I was saying, this lady just wouldn't shut up.  (Reason number two I think the haircut just isn't the greatest.)  

Somewhere in the conversation I came to learn that this lady had no clue about the writers strike.  Now when I say nothing, I mean absolutely nothing.  I think she was just surprised to learn that they were writers that wrote TV shows, movies and such.  

I can kind of see how this could happen.  Maybe she doesn't watch TV, so she doesn't really care.  But it's semi-big news and if you are in LA or New York it's still top story stuff.  I now wasn't able to see how this lady had heard nothing of a writers strike.  I'd be surprised if she's ever even heard the word strike.  She better get used to it though.  If she has a son I'm sure the kid is going to be a loser and will strike out a lot in Little League.  I feel bad for her kid or future kid.  Mom's like that just turn their kids into losers.  It's not the kids fault.

Now if you think me calling this lady a loser for not knowing about the writers strike, writers or a strike is harsh, it gets worse.  Somewhere in the conversation I was able to bring up Hilary Clinton crying.  Nothing.  She actually stopped cutting my hair and bewilderedly looked at me with the help of the mirror.  I had to explain myself.  I mentioned how Hilary cried like a little school girl and then won the New Hampshire caucus.  She just gave me a dirty look.  I think it was for saying caucus.  

I then asked her some other election related questions.  She knew absolutely nothing about anything.  I kept saying caucus because it was funny to look at her face each time I said it.  

This lady was an idiot.  (Reason number three I think the haircut is a bad one.)  

I imagine that is how a conversation with George Bush would go.   He'd snicker each time you said caucus and then he'd say Osama, we can't find him.  You say he was in Iowa?  We'll bomb the crap out of it.  Were is it?

That's just my few words, but really I have nothing to say.  Sorry if you were expecting something.